Seventh Dance

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[The sphere turns on by itself and catches Rukia in her room, clad in a long-sleeved plaid pajama top and pants. With her brows furrowed in deep thought and a touch of concern, she's currently looking at her right arm- with the sleeve rolled up two slashes are visible on the skin, running across the back of her bicep. While not severely deep, it's enough for the blood to run down her arm.

She frowns, trying to move her arm and head in a way where she can examine the wound. Her mind is elsewhere and deep in thought- enough that she doesn't notice the Sphere recording her.]

What on Earth...?